In the world of utter darkness, blooms a musical prodigy. To the world he was a maestro, yet he himself was wrapped away from the worldly being. He was Xiao Zhan.
Innocence and purity was one, Wang Yibo was known for. Singing was his passion and so...
Lonely mornings are like broken bridges, Without your warmth and presence, Feels like life filled with melancholy, How am I to reach my destination? When my world without you is lonely.
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Wang Yibo's POV:
Opening my eyes it hits me right in the heart when I find the space next to me empty and cold. For some reason this causes great panic and anxiety, but then it calms me to know that tomorrow, I'll be meeting my Zhan Ge.
Unable to bear a moment more on this lonely bed, I amble my way to the washroom and stand under the showerhead. As the water sluices through my skin, I know my heart is counting the number of hours. Maybe our last night's conversation is making me more miserable.
Oh, please come back to me soon.
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To say that my whole day was productive would be a lie. Even amidst my team members and friends, I was so lonely. As time passed by, it just made me realise the utmost importance of Zhan Ge in my life. Does it pain this much to be away from someone?
It was way past midnight when I enter Xiao Mansion. My gaze trails over the stairs leading to his bedroom. Knowing that this would just make me more miserable, I trudge towards the music room.
Standing there proudly is Zhan Ge's black piano gleaming against the moonlight. The windows were open and the white sheer curtain is waltzing with the gentle breeze.
My fingers caress the smooth black and white keys. I smile at the irony as to how these keys resemble our lives. Just like them, ours are entwined too. He is my black and I am his white and together we are music.
The tune of my loneliness drips from my soul and the music that is produced is even sad for my own ears. Drowned in the the depthness in my own world, I don't even realise that Omma is sitting next to me. It's only when she softly places her hand on my shoulder that I gasp back to reality.
Facing her, I blink as she smiles and gently wipes my tears "Why are you crying, Yibo?"
"Omma" is all I could say when her smile deepens with understanding. She understood my predicament.
